+pub const DELOREAN_IPSUM: &str = "I'm gonna ram him. Marty, will we ever see you again? Alright, good-bye Einy. Oh, watch that re-entry, it's a little bumpy. Doc, wait. No, bastards. The only way we're gonna get those two to successfully meet is if they're alone together. So you've got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of social-Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn't want that to happen. I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody. I don't worry. this is all wrong. I don't know what it is but when I kiss you, it's like kissing my brother. I guess that doesn't make any sense, does it? Where the hell are they. This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows in the upper forties. I guarantee it. Excuse me. Biff. Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off? Lorraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain way but when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it?";
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